UN: GreenDolphin

[strings_theory]

Sooo.

Today I learned that my strings do not in fact cut through bone.

Bonus: I learned I can have Stone Free type shit for me instead.

No, you're not getting any context for this shit.

I might have made a mistake this time.

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[strings_theory]

Wow, I'm hurt. [In more ways than one, but she's really just fucking with him if that tone of her's dripping in sarcasm is any indication.

And he's not wrong, but she has a reputation to supposedly maintain, not that anyone seems to really believe her being as hard as she supposedly is. Or, if they do, they keep their distance from her to never notice or hear that shit to begin with.

Nor is she a fan of those words, given her distraction moves to him instead, trying to maintain eye contact to get him to drop the subject.]

Are you just now realizing that?

[bolderfell]

[The staring kind of works. He's the one to look away, gazing thoughtfully out the way he came.]

...I just thought you were bad at lying, honestly.

[Up he tugs his scarf, before he can look touched or embarrassed or anything.]

Anyway. Unless you need anything else...

[strings_theory]

[It's something at least and she'll take it.]

I'm bad at a lot of things, but lying's not really one of them. [Except it kind of is, but she wasn't really trying to lie to him in the first place. Not after the first few meetings, anyway.]

I... I think I'm good. [Anything she could want she's not about to ask for or about, especially not now and especially not here.] I'll let you know, if I think of anything?

[bolderfell]

Yeah. You know how to reach me.

[Or rather, she knows she can reach him, which isn't the case for just anyone with his username. That's the great thing about online contact. You can just let a message be Read: 0:12 AM and leave it at that.]

So, uh... you know. Get well soon.

[And he slips his backpack on once more, ensures his scarf won't be trapped in the window as he closes it, and makes his escape.]